Prologue
I always knew I was different. Most kids at the age of five would be in class drawing scribbles without a care in the world. I, on the other hand, had the most devious thoughts and drew brilliant explosions and bombs. The scary part was, they were exact and precise. These explosions, they mesmerized me. Their colors danced in front of my eyes on the page as if it were real. Just the sight of one made me shiver with delight.
As I progressed in my parentless childhood, mouths developed on my palms. I had to keep them hidden, for I knew they would only bring me troubles if they found. I also discovered the abilities I had with clay, still my favorite material of art to use. I made rather large birds with the clay, imagining they could blow up like a bomb, killing off villages in one hit.
By the time I was 16, I was wanted in every country but one; Japan. I moved there and hid for a while. Eventually I wanted to continue my teenage years. I went under an alias, changing just my last name to Akatsuki, meaning red moon. Deidara Akatsuki. That was my name. My name didn't say much about me. It made me seem weak and girly, just as my looks did. I was very strong and it only grew as a forth mouth formed on my chest. In fear of its powers, I had the mouth sewn shut.
I was a reject wherever I went. As I said, my looks were very girlish. My long blonde hair covered my left eye and my build was not very toned but very skinny. I looked like a harmless little girl to most. I was far from harmless. I couldn't even count how many people I had killed. I regretted some of the deaths; they haunted my dreams at night, forcing me to never get much sleep. Those who thought I wasn't strong, soon learnt of my strength that I possessed.
The terrible trio never left me alone. The trio consisted of Kisame, Itachi, and the most harmful of all, Sasori the scorpion. The scorpion was the leader of the group and usually hurt me the most. Often they hurt me to the point where I was on the brink of death. I disliked Sasori the most, though I couldn't say I hated him. This guy beat me constantly and yet I don't hate him. I'm a masochist, what can I say. My mind is horribly wired and the pain inflicted on me by this red headed, brown-eyed sadist playboy drove me crazy with lust.
I guess you could say I liked guys then, though I have never been with either gender before so I wouldn't really know. Not that it mattered if I WAS in love with this redhead. Sasori is the playboy type. He's really popular and I'm just the reject. You can see how this goes. It's an impossible love combination so I never got my hopes up. Maybe this year will change…? Hah. Yeah right.